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𖦹
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Put
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me
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outta
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|
my
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misery
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Disconnected
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from
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the
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|
world
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again
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And
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no,
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the
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sun
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don't
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shine
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in
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the
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place
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I've
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been
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So
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why
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you
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keep
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acting
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like
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I
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don't
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exist?
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Yeah,
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feel
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like
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I'm
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ready
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to
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die
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but
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I
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can't
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commit
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So
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I
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ask
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myself,
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when
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𖦹
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will
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I
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learn?
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I'd
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set
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myself
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on
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fire
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|
to
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feel
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the
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burn
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I'm
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scared
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that
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I'm
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never
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gonna
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be
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repaired
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|
Put
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me
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outta
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|
my
|
|
misery
|
|
|
|
mind
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|
feels
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|
like
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|
an
|
|
arch
|
|
enemy
|
|
Can't
|
|
look
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|
me
|
|
in
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|
the
|
|
eyes
|
|
I
|
|
don't
|
|
know
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|
what
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|
hurts
|
|
the
|
|
most,
|
|
holding
|
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|
𖦹
|
|
on
|
|
or
|
|
letting
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|
go
|
|
Reliving
|
|
my
|
|
memories
|
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and
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|
they're
|
|
killing
|
|
me
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|
one
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|
by
|
|
one
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|
Sabotaged
|
|
myself
|
|
again
|
|
Got
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|
a
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|
brain
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|
like
|
|
a
|
|
hurricane
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|
Me
|
|
and
|
|
that
|
|
bitch,
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|
no,
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we
|
|
can't
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be
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|
friends
|
|
And
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I
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don't
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even
|
|
care,
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|
no
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Got
|
|
me
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sinking
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to
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a
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dark
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|
place
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(Outta
|
|
|
𖦹
|
|
love)
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|
Evil
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|
twin
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|
under
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|
the
|
|
staircase
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|
(Oh
|
|
my
|
|
god)
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|
Think
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|
I'm
|
|
looking
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|
at
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|
a
|
|
long
|
|
night
|
|
I'm
|
|
alone
|
|
I'm
|
|
alone
|
|
I'm
|
|
alone
|
|
I'm
|
|
alone
|
|
Terrified
|
|
(Terrified)
|
|
I'm
|
|
numb
|
|
(But
|
|
I'm
|
|
numb)
|
|
Annihilation
|
|
never
|
|
looked
|
|
so
|
|
good
|
|
Shut
|
|
up
|
|
Hush
|
|
your
|
|
mouth,
|
|
you
|
|
talk
|
|
too
|
|
much
|
|
Put
|
|
|
𖦹
|
|
me
|
|
outta
|
|
my
|
|
misery
|
|
My
|
|
mind
|
|
feels
|
|
like
|
|
an
|
|
arch
|
|
enemy
|
|
Can't
|
|
look
|
|
me
|
|
in
|
|
the
|
|
eyes
|
|
I
|
|
don't
|
|
know
|
|
what
|
|
hurts
|
|
the
|
|
most,
|
|
holding
|
|
on
|
|
or
|
|
letting
|
|
go
|
|
Reliving
|
|
my
|
|
memories
|
|
and
|
|
they're
|
|
killing
|
|
me
|
|
one
|
|
by
|
|
one
|
|
And
|
|
I'm
|
|
staring
|
|
into
|
|
the
|
|
void
|
|
again
|
|
|
𖦹
|
|
No
|
|
one
|
|
knows
|
|
what
|
|
a
|
|
mess
|
|
I'm
|
|
in
|
|
The
|
|
voices
|
|
in
|
|
my
|
|
head
|
|
say
|
|
I'm
|
|
just
|
|
being
|
|
paranoid
|
|
But
|
|
it's
|
|
bad
|
|
for
|
|
my
|
|
health,
|
|
how
|
|
much
|
|
I
|
|
hate
|
|
myself
|
|
I
|
|
suffocate,
|
|
the
|
|
weight,
|
|
it
|
|
pulls
|
|
me
|
|
underneath
|
|
Put
|
|
me
|
|
outta
|
|
my
|
|
misery
|
|
My
|
|
mind
|
|
feels
|
|
like
|
|
|
𖦹
|
|
an
|
|
arch
|
|
enemy
|
|
Can't
|
|
look
|
|
me
|
|
in
|
|
the
|
|
eyes
|
|
I
|
|
don't
|
|
know
|
|
what
|
|
hurts
|
|
the
|
|
most,
|
|
holding
|
|
on
|
|
or
|
|
letting
|
|
go
|
|
Reliving
|
|
my
|
|
memories
|
|
and
|
|
they're
|
|
killing
|
|
me
|
|
one
|
|
by
|
|
one
|
|
Yeah,
|
|
it's
|
|
killing
|
|
me
|
|
one
|
|
by
|
|
one
|
|
And
|
|
they're
|
|
killing
|
|
me
|
|
one
|
|
by
|
|
one
|
|